Tree -- Deathqueen

[Holly]

I stared at my little muck covered bird. I tried to clean it off, but I gave up, letting the magpie drop onto the dusty ground.  I shrugged and plucked away the feathers from a large spot on the bird's belly. I sunk my claws slowly into the flesh. The animal's blood felt slushy like old snow, it was about as cold as snow. I dug around in it so that I would be able to eat it with out choking on slush. After a few more seconds, I got too impatient to continue fixing it up. I just dove into it, licking up the liver and organs. I licked my lips with satisfaction as soon I finished up my messy meal. Red stained my muzzle and paws.  It mostly looked like clay stained mud.

I ignored the treacherous taste lingering in my mouth.  That magpie had probably been an elder in its own time.  I spun around, wanting to shed some light on my skinny body. I looked around and spotted a short and stout tree with long branches hanging out. I started to slowly walk toward it. My claws weren't that long, but I didn't weight much. Considering my last happening with climbing I had to debate on climbing or not, but of course I chose to climb it. I hooked in my small black claws. I started pulling myself up and found no hardship in it. I left the trunk and exited on a thick branch and tried my best to keep my balance. I succeeded, thankfully. I let my right back leg along with my tail hang off of the branch limply.  I looked to my side when a rustle peeked my interest, but I kept on my classic expressionless face and stared.